A week later, I hadn't made a decision about The Warehouse, nor had I engaged in a conversation with Sera about the night I'd spent at the club. She'd repeatedly hinted at wanting information, but I'd ignored her attempts to pry. I needed to work through this on my own, but she was relentless in her approach.
"Come on, Bastian. At least tell me what it was like inside. It's the elite of the elite around here. Without going somewhere in New York or LA, it doesn't get any bigger or better than The Warehouse. Except maybe Baltimore, which is just weird in and of itself." While her need for information was cute, I didn't really see what giving it to her would accomplish.
"What do you want to know? It's gorgeous, but I have nothing to compare it to. So I can't say it's better at this or nee
